Germany By Warren Kress, 1969.

tomorrow never knows - CH9

AO3

PAIRING: Steve /Bucky

SUMMARY:

In East Berlin around the late 60s /early 70s, KGB Asset 3B-1 is tasked with eliminating a subject, but his personal equipment malfunctions and the whole thing gets switched to recon and this is how Asset 3B-1 finds himself watching a hapless artist sleep, mostly. But this is the heyday of spies and corruption and nothing ever being what it seems, and so Things Happen. Plot and action and secrets and lies Happen. Until of course the truth comes out, the way it always does. Because at the core of this are Bucky and Steve, as always—idiots who are being the most idiotic idiots about everything, especially each other.

A/N: OMG PEOPLE. IT IS DONE. WE MADE IT.

i nearly drove myself nuts trying to wrap up every last wayward plot strand, but really -- i only have myself to blame for stranding so many plots to begin with.

You absolutely have my permission to yell at me in the comments if i've missed tying up any loose ends. Or anything else. 🤣

i also need you all to take a moment and thank @booksandabeer because she made this story into what it is and saved me from myself countless times. It would not have been worth reading without her amazing beta skills and patient understanding. And she's as much of an accuracy /research freak as i am, which, let's face it, is saying something.

And then i need you to help me throw all the love at @bittersweet-in-boston who is the reason i wrote this, and is the loveliest and staunchest supportive cheerleader anyone could ever hope for.

Finally to @hanitrash and @sparkagrace, and the amazing @smlmsworld, who yell shouty love at me and then blame me for making them yell. i am not sorry.

THANK YOU ALL FOR READING. i LOVE YOU.

💕💕💕💕

The Invincible Iron Man - The Marvel Super-Heroes (1966)

Night view of the Eiffel Tower on the 1925 Paris Art Deco Exhibition

French vintage postcard

snoopy of the day

nina simone photographed by alfred werthemier, 1965.

I love the way they looked at each other before growing!

Anyway I had a lot of fun with the last one so I decided to do another photo study and I fucking regret it so much. Shiny objects my detested.

Merlin on film by me 2025 - follow @reelygoodtimes on insta for more!!

'scenes of california,' series digitized by california revealed, 1920s.

Imagine watching a movie where a sudden twist happens—a car crash, an explosion, a shocking revelation. In that moment, you’re caught up in it. Your body reacts, maybe your heart races, your breath catches, and for that brief period, it feels like the most real thing in the world. You don’t stop and think, “Oh, this is just a movie,” because you’re fully immersed. But then, the scene changes, and as you keep watching, you naturally shift back into the awareness that it was always just a film playing out exactly as it was meant to, frame by frame. Nothing was actually out of control—it just seemed that way in the moment.

That’s what happened. The accident itself felt abrupt, unexpected, and for a moment, I was just there, experiencing it as it unfolded. There was no time to intellectualize or analyze—it just happened. But afterward, there was this deep, undeniable clarity that everything was exactly as it was meant to be. Not planned in a way that suggests someone sat down and mapped it out, but planned in the sense that everything unfolds spontaneously and perfectly, always. Even the initial shock, the seeming confusion, was part of that.

It’s like how waves crash in an ocean—each wave rises, crests, and falls back naturally, without any mistakes or missteps. It just does. And even if, for a moment, a wave might “forget” that it’s the ocean, that doesn’t change the fact that it never actually wasn’t the ocean. That’s what’s paradoxical about it: in the moment, you can feel like you’ve “forgotten” the underlying nature of everything, but once the moment passes, you see that you never actually forgot—because forgetting itself was just another part of the flow.

That’s why it’s impossible to ever really “fall out” of understanding. There’s only ever this, unfolding exactly as it does, and whether you seem to remember or forget makes no real difference.